Title: Emerald Rose

Author: Midnight Pleasure

Rating: NC-17+ or R-18+ / MA-18+ FanFiction

Pairing: OC Louie/the Beast

Genre: Angst, Drama, Hurt/Comfort, Romance

Warning: This story contains adult/mature content. Slash/Yaoi: male homosexual relationships. Sexual situations and intercourse. Attempted Rape. Abuse.

Disclaimer: I do not own the story by Disney, Beauty and the Beast. I make no profit from writing this story.

Summary: The magnificent movie from Disney Beauty and the Beast retold adding in a new forbidden romance. Louie and his sister Belle live in quite village in old time France. When his father and sister go missing Louie sets out to find them. He discovers them at the mercy of a cursed prince in the form of a Beast, for their lives he gives up his own. Now thrown into a world of slavery will either of them be able to see past each other's appearance and see who they truly are.

Author's Note: Louie is 18 years old. Belle and the Beast are 21. Just to let you know Louie is not a child. This is only a short chapter to get the story started.

I re-wrote this chapter again as I felt it didn't do Louie any justice. So here is the new chapter.


Once upon a time, in a faraway land, a young prince lived in a shining castle. Although he had everything his heart desired, the prince was spoiled, selfish, and unkind.

One winter's night, an old beggar woman came to the castle and offered him a single rose in return for shelter from the bitter cold. Repulsed by her haggard appearance, the prince sneered at the gift and turned the old woman away, but she warned him not to be deceived by appearances, for beauty is found within.

When he dismissed her again, the old woman's ugliness melted away to reveal a beautiful enchantress. The prince tried to apologize, but it was too late, for she had seen that there was no love in his heart, and as punishment, she transformed him into a hideous beast, and placed a powerful spell on the castle, and all who lived there.

Ashamed of his monstrous form, the beast concealed himself inside his castle, with a magic mirror as his only window to the outside world. The spell hiding himself as well, people would never remember him or believe in his existence. This spell was only broken once a person gazed upon him.

The rose she had offered was truly an enchanted rose, which would bloom until his twenty-first year. If he could learn to love another, and earn their love in return by the time the last petal fell, then the spell would be broken. If not, he would be doomed to remain a beast for all time. As the years passed, he fell into despair, and lost all hope, for who could ever learn to love a beast?


The thunderous rhythmic tread of a horse's pace rang out over sleepy morning valley. There was courage in its fast and impatient stride as he raced across the country side bounding over logs and gullies, his master egging him on with hisses in his ear. They rode together as one; a bond not many could describe. Louie and his horse Snow playing in the morning sunshine. Louie gave a whoop of joy was they cleared another gully landing with a hard thud on the muddy morning soil. This was what Louie lived for, to ride. He gave Snow a quick pat on the neck as he listened to the horse rapid deep breathing. Sitting up he smiled as the wind played with his slightly curled blond hair. Emerald green eyes closing taking in the sensations, trusting Snow to lead the way.

Snow was everything to him, like another part of him. Show had been given to Louie when he was only just a foal. He was a small and weedy beast, something like a race horse undersize, but his spirit was what made him prized by Louie. He had never met a horse like Snow and he doubted he ever would again. Snow lead the way running at an even stride as his master let go of his mane and flung out his arms. Louie dreamt he was flying over the fields, the air rushing passed him. When Louie rode he felt a jolt of freedom. All the world's troubles seemed to get caught on the wind and blown away. They came to the end of the field and Snow gave a loud nay pulling Louie from his dreaming. He grabbed onto Snow's mane and dug his thighs into the horse's soft belly. Bracing himself, they jumped over another log. Louie reached down patting Snow and started to lead the horse once again. It was time to get back to the village his sister would be waiting.


Belle made her way out of the book shop a smile her lips. "Thank you very much" she said running out into the street. Belle made her way over to the village fountain, sitting down on the side she began read through her new book. A rush of joy and adventure ran through Belle as she gazed upon the prints that meant so much to her. With this book she could enter worlds, experience different emotions and always have a happy ending.

A flock of geese soared over the village gabbing amongst themselves as they flow south for the winter. They were disrupted by a loud gunshot sending them all into a panicked flight. One of the geese was not so lucky to escape the hunters shot and fell to the ground, one less soul to make it to the summer grounds.

A midget of a man with black hair and a piggy nose trotted over to the goose and picked it up. "Wow! You didn't miss a shot, Gaston! You're the greatest hunter in the whole world!" he yelled excitedly, running back over to a tall muscular man with black hair and a devilish smile.

"I know!" he said looking down at his kill sizing it up.

"Huh. No beast alive stands a chance against you...and no girl for that matter!"said the small man gazing up at Gaston in admiration. To Lefou, Gaston was everything he wished he could be.

"It's true, Lefou and not only women." he said with a smirk as Belle caught his eye. Gaston had been watching her for some time now and had tried to strike a conversation with her. But Belle always seemed not there, like her head was in the clouds. Really it didn't matter to Gaston anyway. It wasn't her mind he was interested in.

"What do you mean?" Lefou asked tilting his head to the side in confusion wondering what Gaston meant by not just women. Lefou looked over at Belle.

"You see," he said with a dark smile, as he watched Belle get up and walk off. Belle juggling her way through the crowd as she kept her head down, still reading her book, lost in her own world. "I have a plan to kill two birds with one stone."

"Wow! That's amazing! What an amazing shot it'll be!" said Lefou looking up at the geese, holding a hand over his eyes to keep the glare of the sun out off them. Gaston growled a little and hit Lefou on the back of the head. Really, he didn't know why he hung around with dimwits.

"It was a metaphor, you idiot. I'm going to marry Belle." Gaston declared smugly "After, I'll have control of the farm and the two most beautiful people in the town."

"Two?" said Lefou, rubbing the back of his head, eyes watering a bit from the pain. Realization hit him and he gasped, "You mean Louie as well?" he gave a laugh thinking about the boy "He won't be easy to get. The whole family is stubborn, but he's the worst."

"Are you saying I can't do it?" said Gaston, grabbing Lefou by the collar of his shirt and lifting him up.

"No...no!" Lefou gasped, grabbing hold of Gaston's strong arm. "I'm just wondering, how you would persuade him to bed?" Gaston dropped Lefou, looking away as he landed on the ground with a hard thud.

"Once I marry Belle I'll be able to take control of the farm... well, I will once that senile old man is dead. But that won't be a problem. Once I have control of the farm, I'll be able to control Louie. To Louie the farm is his legacy, his life. If it was to be sold along with his 'precious little horsey', he would be devastated. It would be a fair trade, really. He would just need to keep me happy and I'll keep him happy." Gaston straightened his back and looked down at Lefou with a dark gleam in his eyes. They shined with lust as if he could see Louie already under him, pleading.

Lefou was still looking up at Gaston confused. Gaston frowned at him wondering if his little friend's brain had stopped all together. The frown from Gaston shook Lefou out of his thoughts.

"Awwww!" he cried with a smile "Wonderful!"

Gaston frowned, bored with his friend already, and he began to follow Belle through the crowd. There was now a sea of people and Gaston was having trouble catching up with her.

Belle reached the edge of the town and looked up at the lane way watching out for her brother. She was about to go back to reading when Gaston came up behind her.

"Hello, Belle." Gaston said coming up behind Belle, looking over her shoulder. Belle shivered then turned to look up at him. Brushing a strand of brown hair from her face she greeted him.

"Bonjour Gaston." Quickly she lowered her book trying to keep it away from Gaston. He had been making a habit of taking her books whenever they talked. Gaston was too quick this time, snatching it from her hands.

"Gaston, may I have my book, please?" she said annoyed, not bothering to try and reach for it. The man towered over her. Belle had no hope of getting it back by force.

"How can you read this? There are no pictures!" said Gaston holding the book up over his head skimming through the pages.

"Well, some people use their imagination." said Belle crossing her arms, a small smirk of her lips.

"Belle, it's about time you got your head out of those books-" he said tossing the book over his shoulder. It landed in the mud as he continued, "-and pay attention to more important things...like me! The whole town's talking about it."

Belle sighed moving around Gaston picking up her book and brushing the mud off the cover.

"It's not right for a woman to read. Soon she starts getting ideas... and thinking." He said with a disgusted look on his face, disturbed by the thought of a woman doing anything more than servicing him.

"Gaston, you are positively primeval." Belle said with a frown turning to face him.

Gaston gave a wide smile and put a muscular arm around her shoulders. Pinning Belle to him, said "Why thank you, Belle. Hey, whaddya say you and me take a walk over to the tavern and have a look at my hunting trophies."

"Maybe some other time." She said quickly sliding her small body out of his grip and taking a step back. Gaston grabbed her hand halting her escape.

"Please, Gaston. I can't. I have to get home and help my father" exclaimed Belle trying to pull away from him.

"Ha ha ha, that crazy old loon, he needs all the help he can get!" said Lefou coming up beside Gaston. They both broke into a booming laugh that got the attention of many outside the tavern, soon others joined in.

"Don't you talk about my father that way!" Belle yelled angrily, pulling her hand away for Gaston.

"Yeah, don't talk about her father that way!" said Gaston changing sides quickly, hitting Lefou in the head.

"My father's not crazy! He's a genius!" she yelled glaring at Lefou.

"I'm sorry about him. Here, don't be sad, let me make you feel better" smirked Gaston grabbing Belle. Closing his eyes Gaston leaned in take Belle into a toe curling kiss.

Gaston's lips met Belle's and he sighed opening his mouth to the feeling of... fur! Gaston opened his eyes and jumped back swiftly, as he realised a horse's head was in front of him. The horse's large brown eyes seemed to glare at him as Gaston gazed at it in alarm. Gaston looked around it and found Belle on the other side grinning up at the person on the horse. Realization hit, Gaston had just kissed the horses cheek. The horse must have slipped its head between him and Belle. He began to spit and cough as he looked away. The people outside the tavern laughed but with one deadly glare from Gaston and they shut up quickly.

"Who the hell...?" he yelled at the person on the horse, he was going to rip them off that damn thing and beat them into the dirt. But as he looked up at the person, all his angry faded. Gaston gazed at the young boy riding bare back on his horse. Greedily Gaston let his eyes fall to Louie's thighs that clang to the horse's sides in such an innocent but seductive way. The boy could only be described a beautiful, with his slender but muscular body, soft round face and sweet pink lips that Gaston longed to taste. He had a rider's body, strong sleek legs with a soft curved bottom. Louie was everything Gaston wish for and more.

When Gaston was able to rip his eyes away from the boy's body he met with Louie's angry gaze. Stunning emerald green eyes glared down at Gaston with such fire, making him long to claim the boy here and now. Just rip him down from the horse and carry him away.

"How dare you?" said Louie snapping Gaston of his fantasy. Gaston smirked up at him. Louie was well known for his for his temper, well for his temper when he was around Gaston.

"Louie, how wonderful to see you this fine morning." said Gaston with a warm smile.

Louie reached out his hand for his older sister, helping her mount Snow. Snow shifted a little getting used to the new weight on his back. "Don't play innocent Gaston." growled Louie, looking down at the man in disgust. He could see right through the games he played with women. Gaston thought he could take whatever he wanted and the way he had been watching his sister lately, really Gaston was getting on Louie's nerves. "Don't you dare try that again!"

Gaston just smirked up at him and walked closer to the horse. Snow gave a loud nay and hit his hoof on the ground, a warning for the human not to come closer. But Gaston just ignored it, looking up at the young beauty astride the horse. Louie frowned when Gaston didn't reply back to him, unsure of what to think of the change in Gaston's behaviour. Suddenly Gaston was looking at him with a strange look in his eyes, Louie didn't understand. Louie was about to say something, but he's thought's were cut short as he give a small gasp. Gaston had quickly reached up and placed a large hand on he's thigh. Louie looked down at the hand rubbing his leg. Gaston leaned in and whispered to Louie "Would you rather I try it with you instead?"

Louie's body froze in shock he soft lips parted wanting to, but not knowing how to, respond. Shimmering green eyes looked down at Gaston making him smile at Louie's cute expression. Just what was Gaston implying, Louie wondered. As Louie hesitated, unsure what to do, Gaston took the opportunity to slowly run his hand up Louie's thigh. Louie looked into Gaston's dark hungry eyes and shivered.

Suddenly a large book swan out from behind Louie and slammed into Gaston's hand. Gaston pulled his hand away with a cry looking up at Belle's angry gaze.

"Keep your hands off my brother" she hissed, disgusted by what Gaston had just tried to say to her younger brother.

"Come on Louie lets go home" Louie shook himself brushing off his leg. He's fiery spirit came back to him, eyes blazing as he took in the insult. Gaston had treated him like a girl in front of the whole town, his cheeks reddened as he looked Gaston in the eye.

"Stay away from my family and my sister" he growled, "And don't you dare touch me again" he said in a lower hiss. He griped Snow's mane and the two siblings rode out of the town.


As Snow came to a stop outside their house a loud explosion reached their ears. Snow moved back crying out in fright. Belle yelled out as the horse lent back on it two hind legs. Louie pulled a tighter hold on Snow's mane and yelled at him to be still. Snow stopped, breathing heavily as Louie patted his neck and whispered soothing words into his ear.

They looked up to find black smoke leaking from the basement doors. Their hearts leaped as they realized their father was inside. Louie and Belle quickly jumped from the horse and ran to the basement doors. Louie grabbed the doors and ripped them open. He entered first, looking around for danger before offering his hand for Belle to take, helping her down the steps.

"Papa?" Belle called out as they waved the smoke away from their faces.

"How on earth did that happen? Dog gonnit!" came a cry from inside the smoky haze. Their father, Maurice emerged from the smoke bits of cogs and wires stuck in his gray hair. Louie gave a small smile of relief and let out the breath he didn't know he was holding. Belle ran over to Maurice fussing over him like a mother hen.

"Are you all right, Papa?" she asked looking him over.

"I'm about ready to give up on this hunk of junk!" said their father. Maurice kicked the machine, regretting the move quickly as his cried out and held his toe. Louie smirked shaking his head at his father. He moved closer looking over the machine to see the degree of the damage.

"You always say that." He looked over his shoulder at his father a mischievous grin on his face when he saw nothing was damaged too badly.

His father frowned and grumbled to himself. "I mean it this time. I'll never get this boneheaded contraption to work!"

"Yes, you will. And you'll win first prize at the fair tomorrow." said Belle in a matter of fact way, smiling back at Louie then at her father, her hands on her hips.

"Hmmmph!" said Maurice folding his arms and looking back at the machine.

"...and become a world famous inventor!" Louie added in coming to stand next to his sister.

"You really believe that?" said Maurice looking over at them lowering his arms.

"We always have." said Belle with a warm smile.

"Well, what are we waiting for? I'll have this thing fixed in no time." He said excitedly, eyes shining happily as he pulled himself under the machine once again.

Smiling, Louie made his away to the door and looked back. "I have to go cool off Snow. Try not to blow yourself up again father." he said with a grin and left just before a hammer hit the spot he had been standing in.

Maurice mumbled a quick goodbye while muttering something about cheekiness. "Hand me that dog-legged clencher there... "he asked Belle. She handed him his tool and watched him work making sure he didn't blow himself up again. "So, did you have a good time in town today?" he asked after a few minutes.

"I got a new book. Papa, do you think I'm odd?" she said, leaning against the work bench.

"My daughter, odd?" said Maurice in disbelief as he pulled himself out from under the machine wearing large goggles that magnified his eyes making him look like an old owl. "Where would you get an idea like that?"

"Oh, I don't know. It's just... I'm not sure I fit in here." she said looking out the window.

Maurice stood up and looked at his daughter "Everyone feels like that sometimes dear. Everyone is different in their own special way. Even the people that seem to fit in have those feelings. You would be surprised by how many people feel lost in who they are." He moved forward and took her hand "It's all about finding what you're happy with my dear. The rest of the world be damned."

Belle smiled and quickly gave him a hug "Thank you Papa, but it's not as easy to do then it is to say" she said with a sigh and added with a laugh, "And to take you seriously with those glasses."

Maurice laughed taking off the glasses and said "Oh, believe me I know!" Taking a step back he looked at his machine.

"Well now let's see if this old thing will work." He began to stoke the fire heating up the boiler. The machine came to life slowly. Maurice and Belle quickly took a step back from it and watched. The machine began to chop the wood easily, stacked it up in a neat pile by the wall.

"It works!" said Belle happily looking down at her father.

"It does...!" said Maurice in surprise "It does!"

"You did it! You really did it!" said Belle hugging her father.

"Hitch up Phillipe, girl. I'm off to the fair!" he said happy turning away from the machine and running out the door to tell Louie.

That afternoon Louie and Belle stood next to each other as they said farewell to their father. "Goodbye Papa, good luck" called Belle.

"Goodbye father" called Louie with a smile. "Don't take any short cuts, remember what happened last time"

"I wasn't lost, I just got turned around." He grumbled to himself. "Good bye! Louie take care of Belle and the farm while I'm gone!" he yelled as he rode off into the forest.


Please let me know what you think. ^_^

I would like to thank Hannah for being my Beta for this chapter. =D